Rainy Day Fun

[tank_rockarms]

Who: Your characters, my characters, everyone's characters who cares to join.
What: Rainy Day Moments
Where: Inside where it's no fun.
When: During one or another of the aforementioned April Showers.
Warnings: Mostly Nonsense

With all of this rain, it's likely that people will be stuck inside. When people are stuck inside, they mope about, looking for things to do.

Thankfully, I am here for you. I have a fine collection of men here for you. Here are some things that these fine, upstanding young men might be doing on a rainy afternoon or morning or evening or week.


Max: Max would have cobbled together some makeshift weights in the last couple of months, if none better were present. You may meet him indoors lifting heavy things up and down. You may also meet him in the kitchens eating all of the food. 9000 calories a day is hard to eat.

Bowser: Bowser enjoys sleeping, making messes, rummaging through your personal items, and long walks on the beach. Also, boardgames. He's surprisingly charmed by boardgames. He cheats at them. But he plays them.

Jock: Jock would work out with some of Max's weights, enjoy cuddling as a giant fluffdog, play with a ball, chew a bone, hug a friend, eat a lunch, make a giant mess cooking enormous amounts of meat, and look outside at the rain through a window and whine softly.

Hagakure: Hagakure would be searching through the house looking for strange objects, checking up on his many rocks, reading books about chickens, practicing his divinations, writing future wiki-updates in a journal, and not doing anything useful at all. Not even a little bit.

Comments

[bluetanker]

"I gotta eat 9000 calories a day," came the response.

It was, technically, true. Max was a well-oiled machine whose oil was technically calories. "Can't help it."

[garmentgoddess]

"No you don't. Now put it back."

[tank_rockarms]

Wow, rude.

"Uh, actually, kid, I do, so I'm eatin' it." His arms are larger than your waist, child. You cannot possibly hope to convince this wall of man that he needs to eat less.

[garmentgoddess]

Her own experiences with gigantic men was basically limited to Raymond, but he only ate as much as anyone else did. Of course, he HAD taught her how to cook so he could have been making his own food when no one was looking. But not THAT much more!

"There has to be enough for everyone. What are you doing to fill the kitchen back up again?"

[tank_rockarms]

"I kill and field dress bears," said Max, a man who was spending his time in going off into the forest, and killing and field-dressing bears.

"Where'd you think all of that bear meat in the freezer came from?"

It certainly wasn't the bear meat store.

[garmentgoddess]

Bear meat? Huh, she hadn't even checked the freezer. She gave it a peek. "Huh. Where are there BEARS around here? I'm sorry."

[tank_rockarms]

"All kinds of animals in the forests and stuff around if you go deep enough," replied Max. Leftover bears from old RPGs nobody played anymore.

"And anyway that's why I can eat this jam," said Max as he at some of that jam. "Help yourself to some bear."

[garmentgoddess]

"Uh...wow. Gosh, sorry. I hadn't heard of anyone stocking meat."

By that point she'd forgotten why she came in. But she turned back around again. "Hey, could you show me how to hunt sometime? I have a weapon but it's not very good for hunting."

[tank_rockarms]

"What kinda weapon do you use?" asked the jam-eating man.

[garmentgoddess]

"Uh...this thing." She pulled out a giant rocket launcher. "I'm a Lancer so it's a little overpowered for hunting. It sort of just makes things...vaporize."

[tank_rockarms]

"WHAT," sputtered Max. "You're, uh, ground infantry?"

[garmentgoddess]

"Yeah. Lanseal, class of last year. Defenders of Gallia!" she cheered as she saluted with a heel click. "Like I said, I'm a Lancer, so I'm anti-tank for the most part. Great for blowing up heavy machinery, not so great for hunting."